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a-game – the way it goes lyrics

[hook]
i’m a beast up on a beat (i’m a beast up on a beat)
and i be k!llin’ sh-t with ease (and i be k!llin’ sh-t with ease)
but still i’m gettin’ slept on like a godd-mn pillow (oh no!)
i feel like i got talent, but that’s simply just the way it goes! (x2)

[verse 1]
i was… just a college kid caught up in the party life, hittin’ up the club every weekend r-t-rded like
i don’t give a f-ck, this is what i’ve always wanted, right? celebrate and party hard without a care up on my mind? (right!)
yeah it felt really good just to do it, choosin’ to do this sh-t over my music
i know i have room for improvements, stupid! what the f-ck you think i am? clueless?! prove it
well, we can go and talk about myself, half my sh-t that i play? i don’t like
and i even try to question myself when i’m spittin’, no kiddin’, like i don’t even wanna write!
i ain’t droppin’ no tracks out the -ss you would think that your boy went on strike
cause the way that it used to be, truthfully? i would be up in the booth like all night!
but i don’t know what happened, ever since i moved to the 813, i been slackin’
i feel really good and i’m gunnin’ back at it, i really wanna go and turn this rap into a habit
yeah! f-ck it, i’m back again, but except this time i’m strapped with pens
and i spit these rhymes so immaculate to put up on a d-mn track so fantastic (yeah)
that’s why i’m all up on this song by myself, i got this man i don’t need anyone else (nah)
no disrespect, but i don’t need help, let me spit hot sh-t like i’m raising h-ll
well! i hope you understand my f-ckin’ mind is so nifty
to say i ain’t sh-t man you must be tripping i’m still “k!llin’ it” and i don’t even need the rhino with me

[verse 2]
that is, the way that it goes, it seems
but i’d really like to see all my hopes and dreams
become reality, and not a fallacy
to make it to the top is simply what i’m imagining
i’m sick of rapping over freebie beats, b-tch i be k!llin’ this sh-t with ease
but never can i ever find an instrumental for me to get up on and maybe make some cheese
cause i might get sued, then i might get screwed, i be spittin’ flame when i write this too
you could even say i’m in a righteous mood, but i don’t give a f-ck you can bite me dude
on every track i bring my grade a, a-game, fake lames
think they straight, but they ain’t mane, just a dollar short and a day late
but it is what is man i’m still k!llin’ it, murkin’ any beat won’t plea innocent
i’ll admit to it, put it down in the records, might as well and make the sh-t official b-tch!
let’s get into it, the party life sucked me in like a vacuum
i won’t hate i still party on occasion but i got addicted and the sh-t was bad news
now i’m back to myself again, and i’m back with the rap so tell your friends
to go and check this sh-t, better recognize that as long as i’m alive that the sh-t won’t end cause!

- a game lyrics

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